*** A/N I understand that my paragraphing is atrocious and I highly apologize. I haven't really written anything that needed precise paragraphing since high school. Which was more than two years ago. I am writing a majority of this on my phone because my computer access right now is limited due to my old one crashing and the lack of funds to purchase a new one. So my dearest apologies to you readers. I also understand that each chapter is very short. I'll get better at this the best i can. Writer's block hits me almost constantly. I will try and update when i can. Happy reading!***

"I mean, who does he think he is exactly? To think that he can just kiss me out of nowhere like that! Honestly! You would think he has more respect! And then he just left and said 'See you at school'! I mean he hasn't written me all summer and then he does that!?" Hermione exclaimed while getting her school books with Ginny.

"So he just randomly kissed you? That definitely doesn't seem like Malfoy." Ginny replied.

"I honestly think I should've punched him in the face again." Hermione muttered to herself.

Ginny quickly tapped her on the shoulder. "Hermione, look." She pointed out the bookshop window across the alleyway to Draco going into a clothing shop with an older woman.

Hermione huffed. "I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Alone? Are you mad? Take Harry or Ron with you at least!" Ginny replied.

"I highly doubt Draco will talk if Harry or Ron are there. Besides, I know for a fact he wouldn't hurt me." Hermione said. "I'll be back. Hold these for me?" She handed Ginny her books and strode out the store, across the alleyway and into the store Draco entered.

"Honestly mother. Do we have to make it completely obvious? I mean, all black? Really? That just screams death eater in training." Draco whispered to his mother.

"Keep your voice down Draco." Narcissa replied. "Now, go find yourself some new shoes. You keep getting taller and your feet bigger. I'll look for some suit jackets. Go on! Shoo!"

"Alright alright!" Draco went over toward the shoe section when suddenly he gets pulled into a dressing room. "What the-?!"

Hermione pressed her finger to his mouth to keep him quiet. "Sh."

Draco removed her finger and whispered, "Stalking me are you Granger?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Hermione hissed at him. "To think you can just kiss me like that out of nowhere?! Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" She slapped him on the chest hard. Draco winces in pain and took a few steps back, hitting the wall.

"Ow! Need i remind you what is there?!"

"What do you mean?"

"The word Granger. That wretched word i called you second year!" Draco hissed at her. Hermione got quiet and stepped to the opposing wall.

"I'm sorry..But wait, that was over 2 months ago. How could it still hurt?"

Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "When I got home from the World Cup it was recarved into my chest. All over again."

Without thinking Hermione lifted his shirt up. She became speechless when she saw his scarred torso along with his perfectly toned abdominal muscles. She cleared her throat, "Draco, you're bleeding. The word, it's bleeding.."

"Probably from you hitting it!" He snarled back at her.

Hermione scoffed. "Oh I highly doubt it Malfoy." She sighed and studied his torso again. "Where did you get all these scars?"

Draco pulled his shirt back down. "Nevermind that. What do you want Granger?"

"I want answers Draco!" She whispered harshly back at him.

"You can't get them now. I'm busy. Send me an owl or something." Draco paused as he heard footsteps.

"Draco, darling, are you in there? Did you get your shoes?"

"Yes mother. And no, not yet." He replied harshly.

"Watch your tone. And since you're already in there, try on these suit jackets I picked out for you."

"Just hang them on the doorknob and I'll get them." Hermione giggled softly, trying to be quiet.

"Draco is someone in there with you?"

Draco groaned, now annoyed. "Not now mother!"

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you open this door right now!" She whispered sternly.

Draco sighed heavily and opened the door, revealing himself and Hermione, whose cheeks were cherry red from blushing. Narcissa's jaw drops slightly.

"Oh, um..hello Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione managed to squeak out.

Narcissa looked at Draco then back to the young witch. "Is this her Draco?"

Draco nodded timidly, "Yes mother. This is Gr-Hermione."

A small smile spread across Narcissa's face. "Pleasure to meet you Ms. Granger. Draco has told me so much about you."

"Oh has he?" Hermione replied shocked.

"Oh yes of course. Hasn't shut up about you since his second year of school."

"Mother! Can we have some privacy please?" Draco interrupted.

"Draco, manners." Narcissa replied quickly. She sighs. "And yes. Keep your hands to yourself Draco." She turned on her heel to leave.

"Mother!" Draco groaned. His mother turned to look back at him and smiled.

"So, that's your mum? Seem much nicer than your dad." Hermione said as Draco tried on a suit jacket.

"My mother is a hell of a lot better than my father." Draco looked at Hermione as she just stared at him blankly. "What?"

"Did he give you those scars..? Your dad i mean.."

"Maybe. Why?"

Hermione spoke softer, "Does your mum know about it?"

"No." Draco replied coldly.

"You need to tell her Draco."

Draco sighed heavily, clearly annoyed. "It's none of your concern Granger! Shouldn't you be catching up with scarhead and weaslebee?"

"They have names Draco. But fine. See you at school." Hermione left back to the bookstore where Ginny was still waiting.

"What took you so long?" Ginny asked. "Did he try to kiss you again?"

"No. And I met his mum." Hermione replied.

"Harry and Ron are looking for you. I told them you went to get ice cream. Are you ready to go?"

Hermione sighed heavily, the image of Dracos scarred torso still on her mind. "Yeah, let's go."